A sublime religion inevitably generates a strong feeling of guilt. There is an unavoidable contrast between loftiness of profession and imperfection of practice. And, as one would expect, the feeling of guilt promotes hate and brazenness. Thus it seems that the more sublime the faith the more virulent the hatred it breeds.

Woe to him inside a non-conformist clique who does not conform to non-conformity.

Unless a man has the talents to make something of himself, freedom is an irksome burden.

The remarkable thing is that we really love our neighbor as ourselves: we do unto others as we do unto ourselves. We hate others when we hate ourselves. We are tolerant toward others when we tolerate ourselves. We forgive others when we forgive ourselves. We are prone to sacrifice others when we are ready to sacrifice ourselves.

What greater reassurance can the weak have than that they are like anyone else?

To change everything, simply change your attitude.

Successful action tends to become an end in itself.